Preschool Update
Preschool director, to me: "How is your job situation?"
Me (trying very hard to stay unbeat, despite the gaping, growing hole on my resume): "Oh, fine! I`ve got this part-time job now, and I think I can do more freelance writing, and I hope to go back fulltime next year."
Preschool director (frowning): "No, I mean how is your job scheduling problem?"
Oh. Right. As Daughter would say, DUUUUH.
It`s been one of those days.....
It started off early this morning, when I decided to add a splash of hazelnut-flavored coffee creamer to augment the nonfat milk in my morning dose of caffeine. I shook the container, as one is supposed to do -- and realized (too late) that Hub had used it before me, and not closed the cap all the way. So I began my day by spraying sticky coffee creamer all over myself and my kitchen, like a scene from a bad TV sitcom.
Hub came running to see what had caused me to yelp.
"I closed it!" he vehemently insisted. But really, there was no way he could have, since he`d used it a few minutes before and the kids obviously don't use coffee creamer.
I was early for preschool pickup today, nervously pacing back and forth on the sidewalk and worrying that I wasn`t early enough, when a woman tapped me on the shoulder.
I looked up and my heart stopped, because she looked just like the strange woman who yelled at me for spanking Little Son on Friday.
The Friday spanking/yelling incident has left me with a fear of middle-aged slender white women with shoulder-length light brown hair. I keep thinking I see her everywhere.
But no -- it was just another preschool mom, and one that I happen to know. She has a daughter in kindergarten at the big kid`s school and a son at Little Son`s preschool, and she said the preschool director approached her about "my problem." She said she`d he happy to pick up Little Son and take him to his babysitter`s house anytime.
Ah -- so the preschool is trying to solve "my problem" for me. I appreciate this, though I feel kind of awkward about it.
I thanked her, and I will certainly try to set up some play dates with her son and mine (since he will likely be in Little Son`s kindergarten class next year), but I don`t want to impose unless necessary. I`d rather just take Little Son to the babysitter`s house myself instead of preschool sometimes. I mean, it`s preschool -- it`s not as if he has homework to make up when he misses it, for godssake.
I never wrote about Little Son`s first day of preschool last month, did I? It was during that crazy week of Au Pair Extraordinaire`s car accident, so I got distracted.
Well, the "check engine" light went on in the Mazda, and it was time for its tuneup, anyway, so I grabbed the first service appointment I could get. I thought Hub could drop it off at the dealer`s and take a taxi to work.
Instead, Hub`s plan was to follow me, with Little Son in his car, to the dealer`s, and then I would drive him to work (and spare him the unspeakable inconvenience of a taxi ride), and then take Little Son to preschool.
I reluctantly agreed rather than argue, and the plan might have worked, if 1) I hadn`t been caught in morning traffic on the way back, and 2) Hub had remembered to bring Little Son`s backpack, which I had to go home and get. And my cell phone battery was dead, so I couldn`t even call the school to let them know what was going on.
So, as it was, we were half an hour late. We missed all the first-day "meet and greet" hoopla, and...got off on the wrong foot.
We are still looking for the right foot. It must be here, some place. If you find it, please let us know.
Me (trying very hard to stay unbeat, despite the gaping, growing hole on my resume): "Oh, fine! I`ve got this part-time job now, and I think I can do more freelance writing, and I hope to go back fulltime next year."
Preschool director (frowning): "No, I mean how is your job scheduling problem?"
Oh. Right. As Daughter would say, DUUUUH.
It`s been one of those days.....
It started off early this morning, when I decided to add a splash of hazelnut-flavored coffee creamer to augment the nonfat milk in my morning dose of caffeine. I shook the container, as one is supposed to do -- and realized (too late) that Hub had used it before me, and not closed the cap all the way. So I began my day by spraying sticky coffee creamer all over myself and my kitchen, like a scene from a bad TV sitcom.
Hub came running to see what had caused me to yelp.
"I closed it!" he vehemently insisted. But really, there was no way he could have, since he`d used it a few minutes before and the kids obviously don't use coffee creamer.
I was early for preschool pickup today, nervously pacing back and forth on the sidewalk and worrying that I wasn`t early enough, when a woman tapped me on the shoulder.
I looked up and my heart stopped, because she looked just like the strange woman who yelled at me for spanking Little Son on Friday.
The Friday spanking/yelling incident has left me with a fear of middle-aged slender white women with shoulder-length light brown hair. I keep thinking I see her everywhere.
But no -- it was just another preschool mom, and one that I happen to know. She has a daughter in kindergarten at the big kid`s school and a son at Little Son`s preschool, and she said the preschool director approached her about "my problem." She said she`d he happy to pick up Little Son and take him to his babysitter`s house anytime.
Ah -- so the preschool is trying to solve "my problem" for me. I appreciate this, though I feel kind of awkward about it.
I thanked her, and I will certainly try to set up some play dates with her son and mine (since he will likely be in Little Son`s kindergarten class next year), but I don`t want to impose unless necessary. I`d rather just take Little Son to the babysitter`s house myself instead of preschool sometimes. I mean, it`s preschool -- it`s not as if he has homework to make up when he misses it, for godssake.
I never wrote about Little Son`s first day of preschool last month, did I? It was during that crazy week of Au Pair Extraordinaire`s car accident, so I got distracted.
Well, the "check engine" light went on in the Mazda, and it was time for its tuneup, anyway, so I grabbed the first service appointment I could get. I thought Hub could drop it off at the dealer`s and take a taxi to work.
Instead, Hub`s plan was to follow me, with Little Son in his car, to the dealer`s, and then I would drive him to work (and spare him the unspeakable inconvenience of a taxi ride), and then take Little Son to preschool.
I reluctantly agreed rather than argue, and the plan might have worked, if 1) I hadn`t been caught in morning traffic on the way back, and 2) Hub had remembered to bring Little Son`s backpack, which I had to go home and get. And my cell phone battery was dead, so I couldn`t even call the school to let them know what was going on.
So, as it was, we were half an hour late. We missed all the first-day "meet and greet" hoopla, and...got off on the wrong foot.
We are still looking for the right foot. It must be here, some place. If you find it, please let us know.
posted by L. at 2:46 PM
6 Comments:
Geez, what a Monday. :-(
I'd feel awkward about the pre-school too, but I guess you can give them the benefit of the doubt and assume that they truly are trying to help because they truly want Little Son to stay.
It's so hard to juggle three kids and any sort of other activity at all. Sometimes it seems like it would be easier to find a hut in the woods and go live off the land -militia style. Except then the kids would need so much therapy when they grew up....
Don't be hard on yourself! I don't know how you do it with 3 kids! I can barely manage with my two. You're doing a great job!
I think the situation of your comedy is all good.
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I hate check engine lights
I don't exactly understand what they're so upset about. Who cares if he's only there x numbers of day a week, unless they're upset because they are desperate for your dollars. Geez.
Y'know, it's nice that they are trying to be supportive and helpful, and can recognize that Little Son is enjoying preschool, but... IT'S PRESCHOOL! He can't fail it, so why are they so worried about him showing up for it!!
Check engine light = bad.
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